Yay! First Thunderbirds fic! I must warn you, when I picture Thunderbirds I see the film in my head, although I was obsessed with the series when I was 6 I now cannot remember a lot of it. So I guess this is kinda movie-verse.

I hope this doesn't turn too Mary-Sue, it was but I started again, so hopefully Sue-ness will be at a minimum (please tell me if it gets out of hand!).

Anyways, enough rambling, on with the fic!!

PS. I don't own Thunderbirds, just borrowing!

The shrill ringing of a mobile phone shattered the silence of the bedroom spoiling what had been, until that moment, a perfect night. A hand reached out from under the duvet and fumbled for the phone on the bedside table. Bleary eyes squinted against the harsh glow of the screen and Scott sighed as he answered the call.

"Hello?" He said sleepily, bracing himself for the inevitable reply.

"Scott, we're needed." It was the words he'd dreaded. "We'll pick you up from the usual place."

"OK." He ended the call and sat up, running a hand through his mussed bed-hair. He looked over at the sleeping form by his side. She looked so peaceful lying there still sound asleep and he decided not to disturb her.

Scott gently eased himself out of the bed and padded quietly across the room to the pile of his clothes. He hated having to leave in the middle of the night like this. He hated having to miss dates. But above all he hated having to lie, having to keep secrets from her...

Oh Beth, how I wish I could tell you everything.

"Scott?" A groggy voice called from the bed. "Are you leaving again?"

He turned, half dressed in only his trousers, to find Beth no longer asleep, but sitting watching him with the duvet wrapped around her like a protective cocoon.

Damn, she's so cute when she does that.

"I tried not to wake you..." He began, but she cut him off.

"And leave without saying good-bye?" She didn't have to say the word 'again', it was all too obvious from the tone of her voice that she was definitely not happy.

He sat down beside her on the bed searching for the right thing to say, searching for anything to say that would make the situation a little bit more bearable.

"I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her warmly.

"I wish you didn't have to keep these secrets from me." She said with a sigh.

"So do I." He replied and kissed her softly on the lips. How many times had he asked his father? 'You know the rules Scott, you can't tell anyone. You've only known the girl six months, we can't take the risk.'

Scott didn't want to let go. He wanted to forget the world outside and stay forever in this place, in this kiss, but he had responsibilities that could not be ignored. Reluctantly he broke contact.

"I've got to go..."

"I know, I know..."

Scott released his hold and continued dressing. He was picking up his bag to go when Beth spoke again.

"Scott..."

"Yes?"

"Stay safe."

"I will, bye."

She didn't realise how much that one comment meant to Scott. I was something she always said, something she had always said from the moment he had met her. It seemed quite ironic that every time she said those words barely an hour later Scott would be out there risking his life for others and she had absolutely no idea. It had become a good luck charm, as long as she said it, it would remain true.

He left the apartment, mentally beating himself up as he always did when he had to leave.

How can I keep doing this to her? She doesn't deserve this, the lies, the uncertainty. What am I doing to her?! She doesn't deserve this...

Scott took a deep breath and turned his mind to the task at hand.

Get out of this mood Scott; you've got rescuing to do.

Next chapter coming soon...